Update! Update!

Okay, here is the scoop. I downloaded an iPhone app called pixelpipe and this I hope will give me enough motivation to update my blog more often. It provides the convenience of posting using my iPhone without having to log in each time.

First thing first: Texas. It is not going to happen! We backed out of the house. Tony went through series of interviews, feeling good about it. They liked him a lot and his management style just for them to come back and say they selected him among all the applicants but because he did not have mortgage experience, they offered him less money than what he asked for. BULLSHIT! Tony makes a lot more than what they were offering right now and what the hell is the point of moving his family halfway across the country starting with nothing and making less. Stupid bastards! Very insulting! We don't understand why the f*ck they went on an on with the interview knowing very well from the get go he didn't have mortgage experience. Tony was turned off about the whole thing and we decided to forget about Texas altogether.

There!

However, we are still looking to purchase a house in California. Of course we can never afford a brand new 4000-sq ft mansion here and we will probably end up with a 1200-sq ft fixer-upper and triple the price, but it'd be a good start. We looked at houses in the Canoga Park area (close to Tony's home town) and liked two of the houses we saw. Tomorrow, Saturday, we are looking in Simi Valley where we used to live. It goes without saying though that I need to find a job first before we can afford anything. Freaking Southern California, economy sucks and everything is still very expensive!

In other news, I am starting to wean Tyler off the breast! This gives some of my freedom back, my caffeine and margaritas! I was okay with it as long as he liked it but sleeping has lately been very harsh. He would wake up about 3 times at night and nothing would make him stop crying but the breast. So I stopped nursing him during bed time and this will be our second week and he is sleeping much better!

A part of me is very sad though because it feels like we are losing that connection. When he was born and we were bombarded with visitors who wanted to hold him, I liked our nursing time very much because it gave us a full hour every three hours, everyday, together. He survived the first 6 months just having me as his source of food. Now he is a big boy eating everything he could get his hands on and weaning him tells me he is growing up. It's a little sad he is no longer a baby. I can almost say I want another baby. Almost.